I go all or nothing
You talking money, I can dig that
I won't change the subject
Yeah
You got a baby mother
All because it was expired when you popped the rubber
Damn
I know you're not a fan
You can clown me for my music, you don't understand
This shit saved me
F*ck it, you wanna play me
Drugs tryna enslave me
But I won't let it phase me
Take a razor to my wrist
Nah, I don't f*ck with that
You got a mouth you're always running
Com and suck with that
Damn
You're like a running back
Run away, but guarantee that you'll be running back
I think you know you'll never best me in the booth, kid
When I smoke, I get closer to the truth, kid
That's a new religion
I'm rocking True Religion
Go off, renew my vision
Make a life worth living
Driving down 95 in a blue coupe
I'm just happy I'm alive as I move through
Lanes
Swerve a little as you give me brain
Got some things on my mind you consider strange
That's the OCD
Hope you notice me
I'm too open witcha
Now you're over me
I must admit, we're not the couple I hoped to be
Just some young crazy kids
Bonkers, totally
Who knew the quiet kid would kill all these rappers
Stay in your lane, in your role
Y'all some bad actors
Bad habits
Good intentions, but bad habits
What you're saying don't add up; check your mathematics
I go meet a baddie
I just need a Addy
Feeling restless, pissed off
When nothing happened
She don't matter, but she still bat her
Eyelashes at me
Damn, she know how to trap me
Phoenixinredd - Lanes (Intro) Lyrics
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English
I go all or nothing
You talking money, I can dig that
I won't change the subject
Yeah
You got a baby mother
All because it was expired when you popped the rubber
Damn
I know you're not a fan
You can clown me for my music, you don't understand
This shit saved me
F*ck it, you wanna play me
Drugs tryna enslave me
But I won't let it phase me
Take a razor to my wrist
Nah, I don't f*ck with that
You got a mouth you're always running
Com and suck with that
Damn
You're like a running back
Run away, but guarantee that you'll be running back
I think you know you'll never best me in the booth, kid
When I smoke, I get closer to the truth, kid
That's a new religion
I'm rocking True Religion
Go off, renew my vision
Make a life worth living
Driving down 95 in a blue coupe
I'm just happy I'm alive as I move through
Lanes
Swerve a little as you give me brain
Got some things on my mind you consider strange
That's the OCD
Hope you notice me
I'm too open witcha
Now you're over me
I must admit, we're not the couple I hoped to be
Just some young crazy kids
Bonkers, totally
Who knew the quiet kid would kill all these rappers
Stay in your lane, in your role
Y'all some bad actors
Bad habits
Good intentions, but bad habits
What you're saying don't add up; check your mathematics
I go meet a baddie
I just need a Addy
Feeling restless, pissed off
When nothing happened
She don't matter, but she still bat her
Eyelashes at me
Damn, she know how to trap me
You talking money, I can dig that
I won't change the subject
Yeah
You got a baby mother
All because it was expired when you popped the rubber
Damn
I know you're not a fan
You can clown me for my music, you don't understand
This shit saved me
F*ck it, you wanna play me
Drugs tryna enslave me
But I won't let it phase me
Take a razor to my wrist
Nah, I don't f*ck with that
You got a mouth you're always running
Com and suck with that
Damn
You're like a running back
Run away, but guarantee that you'll be running back
I think you know you'll never best me in the booth, kid
When I smoke, I get closer to the truth, kid
That's a new religion
I'm rocking True Religion
Go off, renew my vision
Make a life worth living
Driving down 95 in a blue coupe
I'm just happy I'm alive as I move through
Lanes
Swerve a little as you give me brain
Got some things on my mind you consider strange
That's the OCD
Hope you notice me
I'm too open witcha
Now you're over me
I must admit, we're not the couple I hoped to be
Just some young crazy kids
Bonkers, totally
Who knew the quiet kid would kill all these rappers
Stay in your lane, in your role
Y'all some bad actors
Bad habits
Good intentions, but bad habits
What you're saying don't add up; check your mathematics
I go meet a baddie
I just need a Addy
Feeling restless, pissed off
When nothing happened
She don't matter, but she still bat her
Eyelashes at me
Damn, she know how to trap me
Writer: Dashiell Cantor
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